"Don't tell me she did that."
"She did, and it's all on film, but she resisted. That's why the wedding kept getting postponed.
I refused to budge or alter my fantasy wedding one iota. As far as I was concerned, there would be no wedding without it, and I cut your dad off. He's the one that got her to come around, but he went without my pussy for eight weeks before he applied enough pressure to make her swallow her pride, strip naked, and masturbate in public, on film."
"Fuck. I have got to see that film."
"You'll see it tomorrow. I'll have my folks bring it. They'll think that's why they're coming.
They love showing that film. I'll say this for her. Once she made up her mind to go through with it, she didn't hold back or do it halfheartedly. She got down and dirty and put on a performance.
She not only fingered me, she masturbated me to orgasm and pulled my twat open for the camera. When the camera was on her, she used both hands. She did it forward, backward, on her belly, on her back. When it came time to show the proof, she proudly showed her cunt hole, then posed for stills for anyone wanting some and they all brought cameras. She assumed any pose they wanted and they soon had her posing under me with her tongue in my slit, and the film covered that action, too. Well, you'll see for yourself.
I'm spoiling it for you by telling too much."
"How many were watching?"
"They crowded a Sunday School classroom leaving us enough space to film in the center. I don't know, thirty, forty. They were mostly the swingers my folks knew, but Donna Cartwright was there. You remember my best friend, Donna, my maid of honor. My brother was there. Let me see. Who else would you know? Oh, shit! Your best man was there. He was one that stuck his dick in me and then came in your mother's mouth. Others came in me and their fuck dripped in her face, but I distinctly remember him pulling his dick out of my cunt and sticking it in her mouth.
I had a shitty view but you see her sucking and swallowing in the film."
"Larry did that?"
"Yeah, Larry. What ever happened to him? He was a good fuck."
"Jesus Christ. You fucked Larry Newcastle."
"I had to. He was your best man. I started fucking him on a regular basis as soon as I found out who the best man would be. I wound up fucking three guys because you kept changing your mind. In fact, my goal was to fuck every male in attendance, over a hundred, and I only missed a few. I wound up fucking thirty that never got invited. Guys were getting pussy off me by saying they were invited. Guys, you can't trust 'em."
"Fuck. What a slut. I knew you were a slut, but I never dreamed you were a slut that carried a mattress on her back wherever she went."
"I didn't carry it everywhere.
You are such an exaggerator. I've told you a million times not to exaggerate.
On the other hand, if it's fucks you meant, you weren't exaggerating. From the time I decided to marry you, I tried to be a slut for every eligible male. I fucked as much as I could as often as I could. Your parents helped. My parents helped.
Guys met in groups to get in on my trains. I know I took an average of fifty fucks a day for over eighteen months and on several occasions an official count was in three digits. 157 was my record. Jack, why did you marry a slut and make it so easy to cheat. I never pegged you for the type that got off on it."
"I wasn't. I'm still not. I'm just not the insecure type. I wanted the best looking and sexiest girlfriend. She just happened to be the school slut. I just happened to not give a fuck as long as I didn't have to see it or wait in any lines. I fell in love with her and married her slut ass."
Sue smiled and said, "Do you still love her even after she cut you off and wouldn't even let you get in line?"
"Yes, Sue, I still loved her.
She's just lucky my business demanded all of my attention and energy and sex and the desire for sex waned to the point where I was glad others were doing my messy domestic chores for me."
"I love you too, asshole."
Now, he smiled. He smiled and said, "You're still fucking Dad, I take it?"
"Yes, but not so much since they moved to Lake Livingston. When we get together, we fuck, yes."
"Does Mom still watch?"
"We don't fuck unless she arranges it. She calls at least twice a month, begs her ass off, and gets what she wants about one time in four. I usually make them come to me and you rarely know they were here. I guess we've fucked about six times in the past year."
"Are you shitting me, Sue?"
"Wait! What am I saying. We did it that many times just over Thanksgiving. A dozen is more like it. Ask Heather. She watched, too."
"What? My mother watched you fuck my father with Heather there? I don't believe it."
"Ask Heather. Go wake her up and ask her if she has ever seen me fuck Grandpa Elton. She'll tell you the truth if I tell her to. I'll tell her to answer your questions truthfully, and then I'll walk out and leave you two alone. Ask the question after I'm gone, then ask who was with her watching. She'll tell you it was Grandma Elton. Ask her what Grandma said to her while we were fucking."
"All right, I believe you.
What did she say?"
"I'd rather you heard it from Heather. You won't believe it from me."
"Try me. Come on, Sue, just tell me."
"The whole time we're fucking, your mother is trying to turn Heather on, talking to her like she's still a little girl, saying shit like, 'Your Mommy sure is a nasty woman, isn't she, Heather? Don't you think she has a sexy body?
Do you like seeing Grandpa's big peter. Your Mommy sure likes having Grandpa's big peter in her pussy, huh? That would feel real good if he put that big thing in your little pussy, wouldn't it? He sure has big balls, doesn't he? She especially likes it when those big balls slap her fanny, because that means his peter is in all the way inside her pussy. I'll bet you could get those balls to smack your cute fanny if you tried real hard.
Wouldn't that be nice to have all that peter inside your precious little pussy.
You'd make your Mommy so proud if you could do that.
Do you like to watch your Mommy fuck? She'd love to watch Grandpa fuck you."
"She wouldn't say, fuck, not to a child. I don't think she ever said fuck in her life, and I can't see her saying any of that shit to a child. This is a fantasy, god damnit, and don't tell me it's not."
"I knew it! Go fucking ask Heather!"
"Are you serious, Sue? No bullshit! Don't bullshit me about this!"
"Go ask Heather. If I'm lying, I'll let you pull all my nails out with pliers.
Go ask."
Jack was stunned and combed his fingers through his hair. He looked to her and knew Heather would confirm what she'd just said. Sue looked confident. This was no bluff. He said, "Jesus Christ. You think you know your own mother."
"Shit, you never know your own mother unless she's a swinger and you swing with her. You're the last person she'd show her true self to. She's a horny bitch and a devout voyeur with a fondness for young girls. The last few times Heather watched, she got felt up and fingered all the way through it and the very last time, which was two weeks ago Sunday when Heather and I made the trip to their place, it was a long slow screw on the living room floor. When we were done, they weren't. Heather was naked on your naked mother's lap with a big tittie in her mouth and two granny fingers working in her twat. We laid there watching, got all turned on, and fucked again."